The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1887-03-02

ITO talk to you could never be waste

ITO talk to you could never be vast,
Of time"
'Not IL you talk sensibly."
"And sure what can be more sensibl,
than to tell you that love youy'' say,
the Irishman; "unless IL would be you
saying that you will take me for YOU
husbandf''
"That would mean throwing up friend,
and fortune" t
Just SO! Then do II, says he.
What is to be done with a man like
this' Millicent sighs He is nearer vic
tory at this moment than he knows him
self to be. Miss Grey, glancing involun
tarily ut Grant, and then back again al
him, mentally comes to the conclusion
that any hope Of happiness for her lies in
an immediate surrender of all ties that
bind her to the former. But auntie, and
Uncle Timothy, and the world in gen
erali
Dear Gerald! wish you would no,
speak to me like this" she says softly
"You must know how useless It is"
81 never knew l had nice name until
heard you say it," says the irrepressibls
Gerald, taking no notice Of the substance
Of her speech. at sounds like music
Pm awfully glad my mother christened
me Gerald"
"Whys DO you think could not pro
nOunce any other name musica Typ asks
she, laughing in spite Of herself.
"That's right. Hike to hear you laugh, u
says he. ''rhey say in my country tina,
when woman smiles the battle Is won
And sometimes thing
81 will not listen to you," declares
Miss Grey, beating her foot impatiently
upon the carpet. 1T is not kind-it Is
not right. You forget I am engaged to
Capt. Boyle"
bah! He doesn't count at ALL" says
Massareene. You can't marry such q
fellow as that"
"What have you to say against himr'
asks she eagerly. Oh! IL only some in
surmountable obstacle could be shown.
"why, nothing!'' says Massareene.
"Only he is such Abe checks himself
Just In time-"such an uncomfortable
sort of fellow" he concludes rather
lamely. ..
''Tell me-" says Miss Grey, in a very
low tone 'you are member of his club
And I--have heard-that is, they say
he-gambles good deal Is this true'"
Mr.. Massareene grows crimson.
''Oh! by Jove, you know! You can't
expect me to answer questions about
another man, and that man my rival, Z"
he says. ell didn't expect you would
do that, You know"
"You won't tell me, them" says she.
~ know nothing of his gambling. l
know nothing at all to his discredit, Says
Massareene, slowly, his eyes ON the
ground. .. ..
"Then you would let me marry him.
to be made miserable-rather than sacri-
fee certain sense of honor" asks she
sorrowfully.
"You shouldn't tempt me like this!"
exclaims he, with a sudden touch of pas.
sion. 1.-THE very knowledge that he is
your accepted lover-at least, your future
husband"-he makes his correction be-
cause of little deprecatory gesture on
her part-''and that I-even apart from
that facilitate him, compels me to ST.
lence. And-and even suppose he does
gamble bit heavily now and then, why
--he may give that up when--when he is
married." says Massareene, stumbling
over the hateful sentence, and trying to
be as Just to his rival as nature will
permit him.
81 see," says Millicent She is silent
for quite two minutes-a long time when
one is waiting anxiously for the next
word. ~ have heard" she says, now
very seriously, that he plays for such
high stakes that he is often at his wits
end to know how to meet his debts of
honor-so-called. Hearing this has led
me to the belief that he is marrying me
more rs means Of gaining money to carry
on his play than from any higher mo-
tive"
"There you wrong him." says Massa-
reene eagerly. "He is no defaulter,
whatever else he may be. He lost a
tremendous sum to Black, of the Blues,
about two months ago; but he paid up
far sooner than Black ever expected.
And he has given an o u to Burnaby
to pay him next month, and"- He
stops short. slots Of fellows play pretty
high before they settle down." he says,
a great generosity compelling him to say
an exculpatory word for the man who is,
perhaps, the only living thing he detests.
~ quite understand" returns Mill
cent slowly. 1T is very good of you; but
only what l expected. There is, how
ever, one thing that puzzles me-wherc
my cousin got the money to pay that ire
mendous sum to Col. Black" .
"You probably know more of his pri
vate concerns than do" says Massareene
carelessly. "He always appears to me to
have plenty Of money. Enough Of him,
however. There is something that con-
Germs me that l would tell you. You
know my uncle Lord Ballymoref Well,
last night he said he would allow me
c3OO q year in addition to my present
income, which is five, you know, tiff
you would have me. He admires You
very much"
Sand hates Grant, a good deal more.
l know all about that old story, and do
not blame Lord Ballymore for his dislike
of my excellent cousin" ....
"You don't think you could do it on
the eight hundreds' asks the young man
wistfully. -
Miss Gsey's ears are well trained, and
now she hears u step approaching-ohl
30 softly! 'i '
"One never thinks neutrality-suspicious. is
no time" she says, in clear, distinct
tone. "Tea, Grant, Thanks. No;
nothing else, thank you; unless, indeed,
II be one of those little waters that auntie
seems 50 meanly determined to keep all
to herself"
Grant hastens to obey her command.
"A last word" says Massareene quick
ly. "Do you know Miss Duranf"
''Mr Duran's aunt, Yes"
"Well, and so do /. She receives
every Wednesday. lift could be only
sure that she would receive you next
Wednesday, He has risen, and is gaz-
ing down at her, his heart in his eyes.
"Why--if you are there you will see"
returns she, with light laugh, as Grant
again approaches.
CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.
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